Freyjadour let go of me! [He makes no secret of how upset he was, nor does he pay any attention to how much force he's exerting into trying to get out of the prince's grip. All he can focus on was the fact this person, this person who must have meant so much to someone he cherished, had hurt her this way. There was no doubt that this person had broken her heart, had made her cry when they almost couldn't, when it was so difficult to even with the grief they dealt with every day. How did it feel to be torn apart so intimately by someone she trusted enough that he had begun to fall in love with her?] Release me...!

[The knife doesn't even register to him yet, he doesn't realize how close he is to being hurt by something that had been crafted so carefully by the hand of a cherished friend. If he were aware of it, the recognition of the handiwork would have been enough to stop him where he stood. No, all his efforts are on trying to make this person understand what a twisted mistake he made, to try to see behind the burning in his own eyes that she had been hurt so terribly—]

It won't stop the past but it can make him appreciate the present! What did he do to deserve that kindness if he tortured it?!